Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Whodini,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.